It has six eyes, and also fiery red eyes.

Chapter 377 Enlightenment on the Dream of Chasing Stars. Meeting

One day after the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons, Gojo Satoru finished his mission of exorcising cursed spirits and then left his assistant to supervise him. He wandered around outside looking for famous desserts he had never tried before, and happened to run into Hoshi, who had been staying at home for several days and was so bored that he was about to start craving some desserts. Hoshi was out for a stroll.

The crowd looked for him thousands of times, but suddenly looking back, he found that person in a dimly lit place.

It was just a fleeting moment when our eyes met from afar in the crowd.

Gojo Satoru has already been decided.

Whether it was the information his eyes conveyed to him, or the feelings in his heart.

The moment Xing saw the other person, her instantaneous thought was, "It's all over."

Both of them have six eyes, although Xing's six eyes are a mutated version, but that doesn't matter.

The moment they noticed each other, they were already aware of each other's presence.

For Xing, this was truly the worst luck imaginable.

Now there's no escaping it.

However, it's not a good place to talk business on the street, in such a crowded place.

She glanced back at him for a moment, then turned and walked away.

Gojo Satoru only paused for a moment before quickly catching up with the other person.

As they walked, the two came to a place where there were few people around.

The star suddenly stopped.

Gojo Satoru, seeing Hoshi who had stopped and turned around, smiled and walked over.

"Hmph, it's really not easy to see you!"

A mysterious man who does good deeds anonymously?

I am Gojo Satoru, well, perhaps you already know that.

But let me introduce myself again.

So, you don't have anything to say?

Gojo Satoru walked up to her, the distance between them seemingly only inches.

When Gojo Satoru stepped into this desolate place, the surrounding silence was so profound that it seemed as if even the air itself had frozen.

The howling wind sounded like the whispers of ancient ghosts, and the sand beneath his feet crunched softly with each step.

He raised his hand and casually removed the iconic sunglasses that had been firmly perched on his nose.

Under the sunlight, the lenses of those sunglasses shimmered with a cold, eerie luster, as if they held endless secrets.

Gojo Satoru walked forward with light steps, casually swinging his sunglasses in his hand.

With each swing, the sunglasses traced a graceful arc in the air, emitting a soft "whoosh" sound, as if announcing his arrival to this desolate world.

His white hair flew wildly in the wind, and a nonchalant smile graced his breathtakingly handsome face, as if this desolate place was nothing more than a novel tourist attraction for him.

The figure in front of him gradually became clearer.

Their eyes met, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.

Two pairs of similar eyes, as if divinely favored, seemed to know everything and see through everything; in the depths of those eyes, the figures of both were clearly reflected.

In Gojo Satoru's eyes, the other person's bright and beautiful face was reflected, and his calm gaze seemed to have anticipated everything; while in the other person's eyes, Gojo Satoru's unruly smile and flying white hair were like the most dazzling stars in the night sky, eye-catching and hard to ignore, and the determination in his eyes was so unwavering.

In that instant their eyes met, it seemed as if an invisible force flowed between them, like the threads of fate quietly intertwining, foreshadowing an unknown story about to unfold in this desolate place.